Chapter 554 The Haze of Uneasiness

The seemingly stable formation, but Anduin knew that as long as the tribe was strong enough to penetrate the front of the alliance and the front of the central formation, the alliance would suffer.

That's right, the ones at the back of the center are all private soldiers from all over Lordaeron. It sounds good as a private soldier, but it sounds bad that they are armed to the teeth...farmers!

Not to mention other strong troops, even if Duke's 30,000 private soldiers were replaced, a single charge could kill those 100,000 people running all over the mountain.

At this time, how much Anduin wished to have the hundred thousand elites of the Stormwind Kingdom in his hands. It's a pity that the Restoration War of the Stormwind Kingdom cannot be sloppy. Although Duke made it clear that even his 30,000 private soldiers could successfully restore the country, most of the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom were sent to Elwynn, including the Griffon Legion.

It's not that Duke, Ryan, or Anduin want it, but that Terenas is too 'enthusiastic'.

"It was originally said to support your restoration of the country. Now we feel uncomfortable if we don't send troops to help. I'm sorry for our allies. You can't even bring your own troops?"

Sounds so reasonable!

Anduin would not know that the Kingdom of Stormwind, which had less than 5,000 soldiers left in its original history, of course needs the support of the Alliance to restore the country. Now this life is completely unnecessary!

Because of Duke's appearance, not only the elite soldiers who should have been lost survived, but also because of the reclamation of farmland in the Hillsbrad Hills, the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom almost fought more and more.

If it weren't for the consideration of war damage and not wanting to use force, it wouldn't be a problem to pull 300,000 soldiers out. Anyway, maintaining 100,000 troops directly under the Kingdom and 30,000 private soldiers from Duke is a very ideal force.

Anyway, Terenas' kindness this time is as superfluous as if your mother thinks you are cold and insists that you wear down in autumn. It's hard to say no to partiality.

In this way, the storm's large troops were pulled back to Elvin, and it was definitely more than enough to cooperate with the previously formed Western Wilderness People's Army on the Western Front.

It's just that Lothar didn't have a legion with sufficient strength at hand, only a small army of 5,000 people remained. In a sense, Terenas perfectly emptied Lothar's power.

Looking into the distance, Anduin sighed deeply: "Fortunately, we still have the trump card of the Red Dragon Army in our hands."

That's right, according to Duke, the Red Dragon Legion can indeed be dispatched, but this comes at a price.

"I can't help it, those damned dragons are all greedy guys. They really hate the tribe, but killing their main force is fine. If they fly all the way here, they must have some travel expenses. There are not many, dispatch 2 million gold coins at a time, guaranteeing at least one 10,000-year-old ancient dragon will lead the formation, and at least five thousand-year-old young dragons will work on the scene."

Originally, the alliance did not believe what Duke said.

Why?

The Red Dragon Legion has always taken the protection of the world as its mission, and has confiscated money once after fighting the devil for tens of thousands of years. In the era of Aegwynn, the previous guardian, he was always on call. As a result, an unbelieving Dalaran mage contacted the Red Dragon Queen, who was immediately sent back by Alexstrasza.

"This is a mortal battle, and the Red Dragon Army shouldn't have gotten involved. Anyway, we are willing to attack because we have some personal grievances with the tribe. Don't ask me for details, ask Duke, I'll leave it to him."

Even the queen said so, the alliance bosses who couldn't take down the bunker group outside Ironforge had no choice but to pinch their noses and pay for it.

Well, Duke collected the money in a grand manner, and then secretly added five to one with the giant dragon who came to dispatch, half of you and half of me, split the spoils!

Duke didn't even hide this from Ryan and Anduin.

But no matter what, with the trump card of the Red Dragon Legion, any commander will be full of confidence!

That's the theory, but Anduin still thinks... a bit inappropriate.

Because it's so abnormal.

Why did the tribe dare to come to the battle even knowing that the alliance has the help of the Red Dragon?

This is not playing generals heads-up, this is a decisive battle with hundreds of thousands of people!

Perhaps it can all be attributed to the violent character and fearless courage of the orcs.

But Anduin still felt uneasy.

Now, it's useless to say anything.

The arrow has to be fired on the string.

The food and grass for nearly 300,000 people made Anduin worry every day. After all, the location of the decisive battle is not any alliance territory, but a scorching canyon where almost no grass grows.

Even when the War of Liberation was launched in the wetlands, Dun Morogh, and Loch Modan, the northern regions of the southern continent, Duke had already stored food in Ironforge by sea for three months for an army of 300,000. Duin still had a headache.

Transporting food is too troublesome.

Either use Loch Modan to detour through the barren land and make a 300-kilometer circle; or be forced to let the food team start from Ironforge, pass through the snow-covered mountain roads of Dun Morogh, and send them through a huge mountain tunnel .

The first road is a big loss, and there are desperate beasts everywhere on the road. The soldiers escorting the food team, their long swords were almost stained with blood every day.

The second road is slow, and because the mountain road is narrow, the traffic volume is too small.

In a sense, the Alliance is more unaffordable than the Horde.

"Is it the only way to fight?" Anduin muttered to himself, causing Uther, who was not far away, to frown.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——" the sound of horns with different characteristics echoed on the military formations of both the Alliance and the Horde.

The scene in front of me seems to overlap 2800 years ago.

On the Arathi Highlands, the flags of various human clans shone in the sun. The knights had no helmets, and the only well-equipped equipment was long spears in their hands and long swords around their waists. They don't even have armor. Because they were facing trolls who were taller than them on horseback just standing.

Under the power of trolls, any human armor is quite pale.

But it was different from that time. At that time, a great man stood before them and shouted to them: "Warriors from all clans, the strongest knights of mankind, are you afraid?"

The knights at that time, with their guns, their swords, and their lives, made the only answer.

What now?

Anduin's line of sight began to extend from the front to the distance.

what did he see

Saw the crooked Lordaeron army.

Saw Lordaeron soldiers chatting.

I saw Lordaeron nobles and noble knights dressed more gorgeously than masquerade balls.

The corners of Anduin's eyes were twitching, and he had to pray secretly: "Mograine, with such a group of nobles with no merits, your Scarlet Crusade must work harder!"

As if hearing Anduin's prayer, Mograine looked at several positions in his team with a bit of disgust.